You know you’re getting old when the latest street fashions become not just laughable but downright baffling. Take this morning. There were two young lads using the cashpoint at Vauxhall in front of me in shower caps. Other than that they were ‘normally’ dressed – trousers with the crotch at the knees, enormous trainers, baggy tops – and shower caps. I thought at first they might have been catering workers or something, but no: while the lad on the left had a plain white one, the one on the right’s was blue with white polka dots – rather a jaunty shower cap for a septuagenarian say, but a shower cap nonetheless. And the way they were wearing them – puffed out on top of their heads like a mushroom – suggested they weren’t there to be functional. What’s next for today’s hip and happening yoof – curlers? Slippers and a pipe? Tartan shopping trolleys?
And – before you ask – no, it wasn’t raining.